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THE bed was gloriously comfortable. Fran didn’t think she’d be able to sleep, but she went out like a light, even though her door was open so she could listen for Josh. In fact, she didn’t wake until the first grey light of dawn teased at the edge of the curtains, and then she jumped guiltily out of bed, pulled on her dressing-gown and went into his room on tiptoe.

He was fast asleep still, his left arm flung above his head, his right arm in its cast resting across his waist. He must have been restless in the night because the pillow she’d put beside his leg to hold the quilt off it had ended up on the floor, and the quilt had slipped sideways and was pulling on his foot, turning it outwards.

Rats. She should have checked him earlier, because she didn’t want the pulling of the quilt to twist his femur before it had healed. Creeping quietly across the room, she tucked the pillow in beside his leg again and eased the quilt up to relieve the pressure.

He stirred, murmuring something unintelligible, and then his lids fluttered open and he looked at her with sleep-glazed eyes.

‘Morning,’ she said softly. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you, but the quilt was pulling on your foot.’

‘Thanks,’ he said, his voice gruff. ‘It keeps slipping. I must have kicked the pillow out of the way. How did you sleep?’

She gave a sheepish smile. ‘Rather too well. I meant to keep an eye on you, but I just didn’t wake up. How about you?’

He shrugged. ‘Not too bad. Better than usual. There’s nothing quite like being in your own bed in your own home.’